Thursday, October 30, 2014
Stopped by Shoreline Meats and Deli the other day to pick up some meat. The butcher shops of the past have disappeared, and there is a hole in our culture. Places like this will hopefully fill it.
They sell a lot of Connecticut products, like Grote and Weigel and Nodine's Smokehouse.
Sunday, October 26, 2014
Had dinner with friends at Wheeler's Restaurant and Taproom in Woodbridge the other day. Great meal, great conversation.
The place itself is indistinguishable from a hundred other "restaurants and taprooms" in the state, with a good selection of brews, music nights, wings night, etc. Except the kitchen is run by some sneaky foodies, who put all sorts of fun stuff on the menu, including many organic, local, and sustainable ingredients. It's worthwhile for the wings alone (get any style but the regular buffalo wings) but try some other stuff, like the Shakshuka (below).
Wednesday, October 22, 2014
by Eric D. Lehman
Our first autumn on the mountain was the hardest.
The land had not given up its secrets, and the summer work
had nearly crushed us. Our bodies cracked and creaked
their way around the craggy traprock paths, decaying
from the inside, beginning a long decline. Winter awaits
a numbed finger, a wounded hip, a dragging foot, but more –
the logs we chopped, the books we wrote, the bonds we made.
Our hands are older now. But nuthatches thank us, and cats
curl around the thought of a stretch by the roaring fire.
There is work to be done on that mountain yet, endless
work, with small success and comfort at the end, a few
bright days, a shelf of books, and the memory
of being held tightly under flannel sheets. Love
is the truest victory, but not the only one, and those
of us who toil in the high, poetic mountains
must struggle each year, and one day build not hope
but happiness—not spring, but autumn.
First published at ken*again.
Wednesday, October 15, 2014
Sunday, October 5, 2014
Had coffee and read a book in Bryant Park, behind the New York Public Library, recently.
The view is spectacular, but what separates this park from others is the Ping-Pong tables, the chess boards, and the reading room, where you can check in and read newspapers or books in the actual park.
I had a relaxing afternoon in this gem of a park - a model for what Connecticut might do with its greens and parks with a little effort.